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Buddy, you're gonna find out real quick here that I don't miss. Ever. {{ Indie TF2 OC Sniper blog, still a work in progress }}

[charlietimms]

Zheng Chunhui, a famous Chinese wood carver spent 4 years engineering this master piece from a single tree. Based on a famous Chinese painting “Along the River During the Quingming Festival” the carving echoes the daily life of the 12th century Chinese local. The level of detail is stunning!

[elizabethwitte]

[hangthebloodycode-deactivated20]

reblog this if you actually like following me.

[astrogreg-blog-blog]

TF2 - Spy Public Service Announcement

[blu-force-a-nature]

AT LAST!  TF2 ASMR: Getting A Head is finished!

(Clearly I have angered my green screen.  I will endeavor to appease it before the next one.)

[the-aussie-scout-deactivated202]

A really popular and cool rp blog, at least 10x better than my own: *follows me*

Me: Oh boy, prepare for disappointment my dude, for you have found the Trash Blog™

[bluehairedspidey]

It’s him

It’s Sniper Teamfortress

[tetramother-blog]

pcthetics:

*wants to rp with everyone*

*stares at one draft for three hours*

[abandonedandurbex]

[personsonable-deactivated201908]

funky

[freezablefrootshapes]

Fucking superb you funky little barn

[ubercharge]

italicized house

[eaglcye]

@bluteamblueprints

[eaglcye]

     @bluteamblueprints​

"What do ya build other than sentries?"

This battle had started off as per the usual, with Riley trying to get back behind enemy lines and disrupt their forward movement, but judging by the question it sure wouldn't stay that way - what could they say? They were curious, and the other engineer had caught their attention multiple times already. On top of that, it really wasn't their job to mess with him. Better to leave that to the guys with the explosives.

They're perched on top of a crate, rather like a bird would be, with their bow slung across their back casually. Clearly they’re not concerned that he’ll decide to attack them, though they do have one hand on their kukri. Just in case things go south. After all, this was technically a war zone and they weren’t stupid. But that was off-put by the almost smile, almost friendly look on their face; they enjoyed their engineer's company, perhaps the same would be said for his. “I know ya make dispensers and stuff like that, but aside from Mann Co. approved tech.”

... It was interesting that they were asking this, considering they usually didn't care for technology; Riley saw no need for much of what people ended up having. They did like their van, but that was about it. They didn't need a phone, or some fancy electronic gadgets, or even guns. Their current setup very much supported this fact, and yet here they were, asking questions. Chalk it up to them trying to find a conversation topic that might just keep them from getting shot immediately.

[ultimaid]

let autistic people infodump about their special interests without laughing at them or telling them they’re annoying. that kinda shit is what wrecks someone’s self-esteem and makes it even harder for them to form relationships bc everyone has told them they’re annoying and that their interests are stupid. don’t do it

[ultimaid]

forgot to add: this goes for ppl w adhd / add that have hyperfixations as well

[bioluminescens]

Glowworms,  Waitomo Caves, New Zealand x x

[eaglcye]

[fat-birds]

Linford and Christie the Baby Burrowing Owls.

[rainbowminded-blog1]

that THING,                                            IT SCARES ME

[eaglcye]

It was quiet. Not the sort of quiet that was calm and peaceful by ordinary standards, but the kind of quiet that meant a lack of life, of anything moving, of even the slightest wind. It was quiet, and Riley was not yet asleep. On occasion they had nights of this sort, but those were particularly rare now; they'd long moved past this, or so they thought. As the usual, they'd insisted upon sleeping outside the RED base tonight, alone and in the dark with not even the mildest sound of movement to comfort them. It was cool enough that they'd decided to sleep on top of their van, the stars the only light due to it being a new moon, and yet they could not rest.

Perhaps it was the thoughts that kept them up, as it usually was; in quiet of this nature they could think freely, let their mind wander without control or direction, but that itself could be dangerous depending on where it went. Sometimes it went to dark places, to deep and quiet and flowing movement, to cracking glass and rushing water - no. Not tonight. They didn't want to do that tonight. And yet, despite their best efforts, they found the thought much like the dark waves it represented, dragging and pulling in an effort to bring them under.

They could not remember where their fear of water came from. Or, perhaps they could and just actively forced it from their memories, denied it the power that had made them so afraid to peer out over the side as a child. Thankfully their true adoptive family had broken them of this, though now they still refused to go swimming, or near a body of water alone. They were not consciously aware of the reason why; they'd not let themselves be for many years now, ever since they were about seven. Or was it eight? The age didn't really matter when one did not know their own age, they'd long since stopped keeping track. Theoretically they were 37 now, but really, it didn't matter. None of this old shit mattered, but here they were, laying on their roof and staring absently at a flickering star, so lost in thought that if someone had made a noise they'd never hear it.

It started when they were four. Their memories, specifically. The first thing they could remember, truly remember, was swinging from the ropes on the deck of a large sailing ship, Australian in make and crew. Those men had found them, according to Flynn; he was the one that gave them the second half of their name, a broad-chested behemoth of a man with a heart of gold. Possibly literally, considering his occupation. Riley - their other namesake - had been the scrawny little nerd sat up in the hawk's nest at the top of the ship, even when they were in a storm and the entire vessel went sideways from the force of the waves or the wind or the elements in general. He'd also given them their hat, something they never allowed anyone to take or touch or even think about messing with. The other gift they'd given was a small vial of Australium, and absently one hand went to touch this, fiddle with it as they did when lost in thought. Before that was a mess of dark and movement and fear. So much fear. There was also a name, but it was one of those childish names they never really accepted was something they'd call anyone; Dee-dee. Seriously? No. Just, no.

Finally Riley sighed and rolled over, not realizing how much they'd been shifting; they almost went crashing off the rooftop, distracted as they were, and only barely managed to catch themselves. Oh, that was awkward. Good thing they were here alone. At least, they thought they were. Mild paranoia was enough to bring the sniper back to the present, get them to sit up and squint around suspiciously. But no, the only living thing in the area was that odd, bitty owl that'd made its home near their van. Good thing, too - they had their bow on them. God help anyone that actually tried to visit them after dark, the poor soul would probably end up full of arrows. Possibly covered in horrible-smelling, delibetrately awful lemonade, too. Finally they laid back down, laying their hat over their face so that they could actually relax and sleep. One thing stuck with them, even as they tried to do this; not quite a memory, but not something they'd imagined, either.

A face. A terrified, crying, familiar face.

Good thing they were already drifting off to sleep, but this night - as with every other - they'd not sleep well. They never did.

[backwoodsbrainiac-blog]

Long as he’s got his six-string in hand and a beer to drink from, he’ll be grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet tater.

“Cowboy up!”

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